From the bloggers at Globe and Mail.
Every summer, Colleen Tully and her husband pack up their gear and trek to a national or provincial park to camp for a weekend. Most years it goes well. One year it didn’t.
The two had set up a cheap tent near a cliff overlooking the ocean. “In the middle of the night, the wind was so crazy that the tent was punching the two of us in the back of the head,” Tully says. The fly, which covers the top of the tent, was blown away. “We’re naked. It’s the middle of the night. We can’t see. There are bears and animals all over the place. We’re running around the campsite chasing this fly, hoping to God it doesn’t fly into to the ocean.”
The two dressed, packed up and drove to the nearest motel.
But that experience didn’t stop Tully, a freelance editor, and her husband, a data manager, who live in Toronto, from camping. And despite the many other options increasingly available, the two still prefer to sleep in a tent.
“I enjoy roughing it,” Tully says.
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